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Death and illness during a pandemic

I have not blogged recently. It has been difficult to keep my thoughts together. There are many reasons, I think. The Covid situation is an underlying cause. My anxiety about this makes me too lethargic and sad.

In this midst of Covid, a friend’s 17-year-old son drowned. Watching my son deal with his first death of a friend has been disconcerting and heartbreaking. Grieving is a personal thing and the anguish is even worse when having a funeral is not an option.

During this horrible month, we have also been dealing with my mother-in-law’s deteriorating health. Trying to adhere to social distancing is tough enough yet struggling to find the best care has been overwhelming. Care facilities are not safe in these days even if those places took new patients. The medical systems are overwhelmed. We are overwhelmed as well.

The next issue are my damnable headaches. My doctor thinks they are tension headaches, and I agree. With this surreal worldwide condition and the emotional toll of death and sickness, my headaches are daily. Nothing really helps.

Woe is me. It could be worse of course. I keep telling myself that. However, even typing this short blog post is causing a throbbing headache.


Comments

Rebecca Dutton said…
A surreal level of stress.

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